Chapter 926

Rachel frowned and stepped over to Vilma. "What are you taking pictures of?" Vilma quickly wiped her hands, seizing the chance to delete her chat history with Carl. "Nothing, really. Just took a shot of the food I made." Rachel's face darkened. She held out her hand. "Hand it over." Vilma hid her phone behind her back. "It's nothing, seriously." "I said, give it to me!" Rachel snatched the phone away and demanded the password. Vilma hesitated and didn't respond. Rachel narrowed her eyes. "Robert, did you check this woman's background thoroughly? What if she was planted by someone?" She was always on high alert with women around Robert—especially someone young and not bad-looking like Vilma. Sure, she was just a cook. But that didn't mean she wasn't a threat. "Password," Robert said, his voice low and heavy as he walked to them. The vibe instantly changed. Vilma shrank back a little. "383838." Rachel typed it in. The chat looked clean. Then she opened the photo gallery. It was neat—ther